(Liliths POV)
The moment Eleanore's sharp voice cut through the silence of the room, my breath caught in my throat. Her tone wasn't just demanding—it carried the weight of someone who had been holding back a storm for far too long.
"And you mind explaining how you ended up unconscious?" she asked sternly, her arms folded, gaze locked onto me.
Zero shifted slightly beside me, his expression unreadable, though I could sense the weight of her words pressing down on him too. But this time, it wasn't his question to answer—it was mine.
I stood still for a moment, the flickering light in the room throwing long shadows behind me. I could feel my heartbeat slowly beginning to settle, my breaths even and measured. This time, I didn't hesitate. The fog that once clouded my mind had lifted, and the words—my voice—no longer trembled.
"I'll explain everything," I said quietly but clearly, meeting her eyes.
